They opened their homes in nineteen seventeen Gave shelter to strangers who had nowhere to lean But the guests turned to landlords, the landlords to kings And drove out the family that gave them everything
Only one voice rose up to call it a crime And that voice has been paying the price, time after time Not for greed, not for glory, just to say what was true — The world watched in silence while the debt slowly grew
Eighty years now the seeds have been growing in blood Watered deep in the soil where the old houses stood Not vengeance, just harvest — what was planted comes home And the scriptures looked holy — now start cracking like stone
So the empires are falling Not by sword, not by flame But the weight of a story That won’t wear their name Every neighbor who watched it Every hand turned away — Carries some of the falling That comes due someday
It was one stolen valley, one people, one name ’til the whole world stood watching, and called it the same Sickness dressed up as safety — the oldest disguise Steal the land, steal the resource, and claim the prize
I take no joy in an empire’s fall I grieve for the ones who paid for it all But the seeds don’t lie, and the seeds don’t sleep — What’s sown in your silence, y’all get to reap